When Richard siken said “it keeps coming back to that: what do i do with these hands?” and when Mitski said “i don’t know what to do without you, i don’t know where to put my hands” and when Olivia gatwood said “what am i, if not yours? what do i do with my hands when they are just hands?” and when Sylvia plath said “what did my fingers do before they held him? what did my heart do, with its love?
